So my inbox contained a legitimate solicitation for my writing skills.
Clearly, somebody needs to see a counselor.
But since this potentially-lucrative opportunity requires me to go ahead an exploit their utterly profound lack of judgement, I need to get hopping. Because I am competing for space in a finite arena. I need to knuckle up. I need to head into this fight with a roundhouse and an arm bar.
I need to bribe someone.
Better yet, I think I’ll just make it good.